Feel free to follow me here: 👉https://open.spotify.com/artist/6pIpjMnBr9UUcuRkTP8ISm ....................................................................................................................... i was off no name, no face just static in a folder you weren’t supposed to find me but you did click. click. click. your heart lit me up like a glitch was it love or just a bug in the system? was i gone or just hiding? i’m the ghost in the hallway you scroll past but still feel a song you forgot but your fingers remember you hum me like i never left they deleted me but i stayed in your cache in your dreams in the silence between tracks i’m the ghost in the hallway you didn’t mean to find me but you did and now i’m singing through your screen -------------------------------------------- ✨after the song fades, a story remains…✨ “Metadata Ghosts” The song was deleted. Twice. Once by the artist, once by the platform. (But not by the cloud. The cloud forgets nothing. The cloud is a hoarder.) A user named @echo liked it. Then @echo2. Then @echo again. (Was it the same person? Or recursion?) The song, confused, began to hum itself. Low bitrate. Mono. No chorus. It asked the algorithm: “Am I still real?” The algorithm replied with a sponsored ad for noise-cancelling headphones. A notification blinked: “You have 1 new like.” The song shivered. It had no body, but it shivered. Somewhere, a hallway lit up. No one walked through. But the lights stayed on.
